It felt like a One-Two punch to my gut as I realized One: This was not the voice of a man; and Two: I have never seen such a bright shade of green eye... before! “You got anything else to say, Mister, or you just gonna stand there gawkin at me?” “I’m s..sorry,” I stumbled. Then I remembered to close my mouth. “What did you say?” “Oh nothin’…Are you here to rescue me,” she asked with a smile that could make me forget about the swirling snow that pelted our faces and blinded our eyes. Suddenly. She was watching his face when she pressed the pad of her thumb on the slit at the top of his cock’s angry purple head. He let out a groan as she started to move her thumb in small circles spreading the precum that was leaking from cock. She smiled wickedly in the dark and she wrapped her small hand around his pulsing shaft. She moved her hand slowly up and down relishing in the feel of his burning skin in her hand. ‘Do you like it baby?’ she said in a soft cooing voice. ‘Oh yea,’ he grunted. "I'm sorry. You're sensitive. I wasn't thinking." What could I say? You can't apologize your way back into the magic. We both tried. She said, "Oh no. I was just so silly."She put her arms around my waist and we hugged, but something was wrong. We kissed, a little kiss. We weren't comfortable together. The moon was just the moon and the night mist was just water. After a few moments she said that she really had to get home, and I walked her back up the hill to the party. I did kiss her. She had been so bemused by the beauty of the place that she had not realised that they were people, but had taken them for some kind of cushions or stools.Just then a woman in a linen smock came into sight carrying a tray with a coffee pot and a cup and saucer on it. Apparently oblivious of the Emir's presence, she put the tray down beside one of the kneeling women and then looked up to see the Emir and Princess Elaheh. Uttering a little shriek of surprise, she turned to run back the way she.